Dark Poetry

Night Moth

Looking for shelter from the dazzling light

from the sword of day that dismembers the body

That blinds the eyes, all life withering

The darkness a refuge in the shadows

Recovering, redemption und deepest sleep

Wings fly in the twilight

We rise to a moonless night

Free of the cross easy

 

Inga Veit, Publizistin M.A. & Coach  |  ingaveit@web.de